Ironman Training: IM WI bike route

Thursday, July 2: 

Flew into Madison today – as we flew over the city I saw below me the majestic isthmus I’ve come to know so well.  I noticed John Nolen Drive, the road that will lead me out and back in for the bike portion of Ironman. 

My attention, of course, was drawn to the Monona Terrace:  Ironman Headquarters.  I looked at Lake Monona and sighed.  Next time I fly in – I will have a date with you, Lake Monona…. (me and about 2200 others).  

The weather is surprisingly cool – but completely understandable for Wisconsin.  Last week they had a heat wave, in the 90’s with high humidity.  This week it is overcast and cool, in the low 60’s.  The only thing I ponder is if I brought enough layers!

I’ve been reading Cherie Gruenwald’s “Become an Ironman”.  There are parts that I can see, feel, and taste the victory at the end of those agonizing 140.6 miles.  She discusses the fruits of labor, the pains of training…at times my eyes welled up with tears understanding exactly what she meant.  I can only imagine where I will be in 2.5 months!  A bundle of nerves?  A chaotic mess?  Or fairly calm? 

I will be sure to pick up my all-time favorite coffee:  White Zombie from Ancora.  Madison has its history with me:  some good, some less than stellar.  Some things will always fit like my favorite 17 year old sweatshirt (yes, I have a 17 year old sweatshirt and I wear it ALL THE TIME)….comfy, well-known, easy….  That is Madison.  Well-known – like my sweatshirt.  On the flip side, like my sweatshirt sometimes things just do not fit anymore – like Madison.  I will always have warm thoughts of the city – but it does not fit me anymore.   The city is too small, the sweatshirt is too big… does not mean I don’t love them both.

 

Friday, July 3

Temps 70’s – overcast skies. 

Mileage:  43.  Time:  3:10

average mph:  13.58

 

Friday was the first time I rode the course this year.  Big Bro drove the course with me the night before – to get me reacquainted with the twists, turns, hills.   After Wes was done with work around noon we took off and made our way to the course.

I could tell this would be a trying day.  My stomach was not cooperating all week.  I think stress is playing havoc on my GI system and Friday was no different.  Ugh.   Well, my lesson learned this day was how to operate when the GI system is not agreeing with you.

I found all the electrolytes and liquids made me feel better – so that was actually a plus at the end of the day.

The course – it was nice to be back on it.  The countryside is lush and green – farms, parks, quiet homesteads in the country.  The hills were what I remembered – rolling with little recovery time.  I noticed I did much better this time around than when I did it last year.  I was quite proud of my progress!

The hill that still gets me is not the infamous long winding hill after Stagecoach and Birch – or the well known “Bitch Hill”…. it’s actually this other hill the climbs after a quick turn.  It’s not that awful actually – I think because it’s a little steeper than the usual hills… and it’s after some tougher hills, maybe that is why it’s my least favorite.  Ugh.

However, after Friday was over we evaluated where I was.  Considering I wasn’t feeling well and it was the first day out – not terrible.  I am still cutting it very close time-wise and there is little time left for bottle refills, porta potty stops,  or heaven forbid – a bike maintenance blow out.

My bike computer stopped working right after we started the ride – and it was frustrating because I like watching the miles tick off.  Ugh.  I had no idea how my mph was going…so after we were through we stopped at Machinery Row Bicycles and added a new computer to my bike.  Nice!

 

 

Saturday, July 4:  Independence Day!

Temps:  cooler – lower 70’s / high 60’s.  Overcast.  Rain.

Mileage:  43.  Time:  2:55 (15 minutes faster than previous day)

Average mph:  14.74

 

Saturday was my “two loop” day.  We were to take it easy Friday so we could double the loops Saturday and simulate an actual race day.  However, after doing the loop the prior day my legs were tired and I just did not have what it took to do two loops back to back.

We started on our way and it was cool, overcast – it was sprinkling at the beginning.  Then it turned to rain.  I realized this was a learning experience – how to deal with rain and the weather.  Good training experience!

We took to the hills and I could tell I was pushing a little bit harder.  I also noticed my fear of descents eased up.  I rarely hit the brakes going down – only when I hit these two particular corners where there is a sharp 90 degree turn at the end of a hill.

So – my fear of speed definitely decreased.  My high speed was 36.8 mph.  This may not sound like much – but to those who know me, this is a BIG deal.  I felt great – being able to fly down hills without being scared.  I think the fear disappeared since these hills are down straight-aways versus switchbacks and canyons.  Regardless – I found one fear is not as bad as I thought – I am not afraid of all downhills.

I pushed myself up the 3 toughest hills – and at the end of the ride felt good knowing I had 15 minute  on yesterday.  YAY!

 

 

 Sunday, July 5

Temps:  warmer!   High 80’s – computer guage states 91-93 degrees.   Sunshine and heat.  Humidity off the lush vegetation, fields.

Mileage:  43.  Time:  3:10

Mph: 13.58

 

Sunday was a tough day.  I don’t think any of us wanted to hit the route – we were a bit tired from the previous days’ mileage.  We even slept in a little longer than usual – which actually became helpful not only for extra rest but put us out on the course in the mid-day sun and heat.   This was a good training tool to see what it could be like in high heat (as in the past 2 years at Ironman WI).

We started out on the course and we all decided that this day would be a slow course – strictly taking it easy and memorizing the course.  I took that to heart – I let gravity pull me down the hills as I rested (I did not pedal downhill as I did the previous days) and I would occasionally take the flats at a mellow pace.

I feel I have a good feel on the course – I know where I need to get down into the drops to have more control of the brakes.  I know where I can let myself feel the speed as I let go on the downs – versus the more treacherous, technical turns with a 90 degree turn at the blind bottom.

Sunday was a tiring day – my mental gas was gone.  The engine was empty.  I just could not see doing another loop!  There was no motivation left in me.  How would I do it on race day??  HOW ON EARTH WILL I ACCOMPLISH THIS??

My mental training needs a little refresher course – especially for those particular moments.  I cannot give up on myself or the goal at hand and I did let my exhaustion get the better of me. 

My times are still well within the realm of finishing – but NOT BY MUCH.  There is very little room for refills, bike maintenance, food.  Ugh.

Breakthrough!

This past week was a tough one – drama seemed to show its ugly face every time I turned around it seemed. The good thing is as the week progressed life reverted back to its “non-dramatic” ways.

Monday after work I had a great 2.4 mile pool swim. I needed to shake some stress off – and I tried my darndest. I can never seem to completely shake any incident by working out – but it was helpful to get out of the pool, come home and crash into sleepyville.

Tuesday was a day off – yay! Super Husband got us sushi – we made low-fat brownies…it was divine.

Wednesday was back to it – Super Husband and I hit the pavement and put 7.5 miles behind us. We dissected the week thus far – spoke about our upcoming projects / activities… it was a nice run together.

Thursday I swam before work and helped out at the homeless shelter after work. A co-worker, friend, and I made a yummy meal for those coming back to the shelter after a hard day at work.

Saturday was the big run for the week. The “LONG RUN” day. We knew it would be a big day – a big accomplishment if we could finish. The mileage for the day was 16.5 – but turned out to be 17 after the calculations were made. 17 miles. We had not done that kind of mileage since we trained for our marathon 2.5 years ago!! We never ran that mileage in our neighborhood – we ran by the beach – so this was even more monotony around the homefront. (Which – the monotony is a good thing right now since the IM WI course is loops – and you see the same things, buildings, etc. several times over so this is a good way to train the mind and body).

Super Husband and I awoke shortly after 7, had some breakfast and headed out the door. It was sunny by 8 a.m. and we could tell it would be a hot day. Ugh! HOT!! We went on our way to complete three large 5.5 mile loops. First loop – we both felt great. We chatted the entire time, remembering some wonderful times in the past and kept each other very positive.

The second loop I noticed Super Husband got a little quieter and his answers were becoming 1-2 words. This usually means he is focused and concentrating at the task at hand. With the heat increasing – as well as mileage – I mentioned that he is welcome to ditch the last loop – or step out for a few miles and meet me for the last two. After 11 hard run miles, he decided to take a breather – which was good for him since he is not training for anything…. and this is tough-going for someone not in training! After we parted ways for the next 3.5 miles, I took my iPod and had motivational music guide my way. I kept going down the usual path and was amazed at myself for how I felt: strong, steady…. before I knew it I was getting close to home again and there was a familiar sight! Super Husband walking up a hill, cheering me on. He was “practicing” being Iron Sherpa.

As we met up he continued running the final 2 miles with me. I was so amazed when I reached 13 – the farthest I ran in our neighborhood… then 15….. and the cherry on top was the final two. 17 miles done!! Besides my left shin feeling a little bruised (odd?) I felt great. I felt strong and ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!

This mental ceiling – the “over 13 miles” was looming over me. I knew I could do 13… not a problem. But over that? I wasn’t sure. I proved I could – and not only did I do it, I did it smart! I took Hammer Gel when my stomach growled, took in water, Gatorade when I needed…. perfectly done.

The rest of Saturday Super Husband and I took it easy…

Sunday began with a 0.8 mile ocean swim with LA Tri Club. It was a great swim – and I was with a group of slower / beginner swimmers. It was great being back in the ocean since April. I haven’t been in the ocean since Ironman Oceanside – and the surf was low, great for a swim.

I still dislike ocean swims… they aren’t my favorite. Some swimmers saw a dolphin… I preferred to keep on swimming. I love dolphins – but when I am in the water I prefer not to mingle with the wildlife…

After the 0.8 mile swim I made my way over to the pool and put in 1.2 mile more doing laps. It became quite busy with childrens’ lessons as well as SCAQ (master swim) classes. However, I got in my time and distance – and feel delightfully tired and accomplished.

What a wonderful weekend – such a great breakthrough with running, I am so genuinely pleased! Two weeks – back with 19 miler.

And the beat goes on…

This past weekend was a great training weekend.

Friday night was a quiet restful. Super Husband and I stayed close to home and had a nice time chilling out.

Saturday was filled with a brick with LA Tri Club. It was a small brick – a 40 mile ride (or 25 mile option) followed by a 4 mile run (or 2 mile option). It was nice to get back out on the open road with the bike – I hadn’t done that since the AIDS ride. Our ride ventured from Culver City down the bike path to South Bay. It was an okay route – not my favorite with all the stops and starts or the bike path with all the sand and people.

I met some great triathletes – a few of us got off the course a little – but it’s not too hard to find the route back since it’s along the coast.

After we returned from the ride – we began the run. Unfortunately there weren’t maps on site so a few of us just started running down Washington and decided to turn around at a certain point. Worked for us… I think we went around 2 miles on the run. My legs transitioned very well – the thick crampy feeling many fell during the “brick” does not happen much anymore. Probably from all the training – hopefully my body continues to adapt.

After the brick I stuck around the LATC warehouse and they were selling some gear. I picked up a pair of running shorts and hoody (perfect for chilly race mornings). After lunch (they gave us a great free lunch) there was a great transition clinic. Ian Murray, head coach of LA Tri Club, gave tips on transitions. Most tips were perfect for sprint or Olympic distances (even Half Irons) but interesting how most things he said – did NOT pertain to full Iron distances. They were their own animal.

Ironman distances require such different thoughts – for example, in sprints you can bike and run without socks. In Ironman distance, they suggest you have a new pair of socks for the run – which requires time to change the socks. Shoe laces: most triathletes have elastic laces so runners can slip on their shoes. However, Ironman distances – it’s suggested to have cloth laces that work better with the expansion of swollen feet. I felt more prepared than I thought after the lecture…that’s always a good thing!

Afterward I went home and hung out with the Hubby once he returned from his fun “Guy’s Day”. I had some “non-work, non-Super Husband, non-training” stresses that unfortunately presented themselves that night and Super Husband and I talked about it – but it must have stuck with me. I got a bad stress headache that came on quite quickly. Super Husband took care of me and continuously placed fresh ice packs on my head all night.

By morning I felt better – mentally and physically – but I bypassed the ocean swim I was hoping to do. Thinking about placing a tight latex swim cap on my head after a terrible headache – did not make sense to me. However, we awoke and had a light cereal breakfast. We read the paper – then readied ourselves for the 13 mile run in front of us.

We took to the early morning – it was quiet and heavenly – and the weather was turning warm quickly. The first loop was the hardest as it always is – but we continued the run side by side. At times we dissected the week behind us, the week in front of us… then there were times we dug inside ourselves and didn’t say much – hoping to get to the next mile. We ended with a yummy donut (just one each) and afterward I enjoyed a wonderful restful recovery nap. It was glorious!

It’s hard to believe the week begins again… here we go!

Great Strides….

Well I took time away from my bike (a full week) after the AIDS Ride. However, I was quick to continue my other forms of training. The day after I arrived home, Super Husband and I went for a 7.5 mile run through the neighborhood. My legs felt great – stretching, moving, working in another way… not just sitting, cranking.

That first week back had a very successful long swim session. I had it in my mind to go to the pool AFTER work – and do 85 laps or 4250 yards, 2.4 miles – the swim distance for Ironman. I never did that kind of distance in a pool – I wasn’t sure what to expect.

I went to the pool and ended up sharing a pool with different people throughout the evening and cranked out my 85 laps…slowly but surely. It was not a banner time trial – but successful just the same. A birthday came and went – a nice dinner with Super Husband at one of our favorite places…. yellow birthday cake with raspberry filling and chocolate buttercream frosting! YUMMY!! That cake was SOOOO tasty after our long 11 mile weekend run. Mmmmm…. that was such great incentive to finish the run and get back home!

This week brought more “back to usual” workouts. I went to early a.m. swimming – got in my 30 minutes and 30 laps earlier in the week. After work I put in a 3.5 mile brisk walk with my Better Half.  I skipped Tuesday evening spin class and instead opted for a brick: 10 miles on the bike followed by a 3.5 mile run. Nothing huge – but a great workout just the same. Yesterday was going to be a longer brick but I instead chose a long trainer ride, in our living room. Two hours and 15 minutes on the trainer….yowza. I realized my backside still isn’t a fan of long rides. *laugh* It felt a little too soon for that long a ride.

Today was another long swim at the pool. Oddly enough I had an entire lane to myself for 2/3 of the workout. The guy I shared the last 1/3 was quiet and easy to swim next to – not splashy and obnoxious. I finished another 2.4 mile swim and feel I could fall asleep RIGHT NOW.

I think I am finding a good balance of workouts for the week:

• Monday:  early a.m. pre-work swim.  30 minutes
• Tuesday:  Spin class – interval training spin and running.  90 minutes
• Wednesday:  Run.  5.5 – 7.5 miles
• Thursday:  Long swim after work
• Friday: easy day – rest or choice of light workout
• Saturday:  long ride
• Sunday:  possible ocean swim.  Long run

This schedule seems to work well for me thus far… one thing I noticed lately, my coffee consumption has increased a wee bit. I find I need / enjoy a small coffee in the afternoon – to help push me through the afternoon. I am sure it’s because I am pushing myself a bit – ah well.

Well, I am off to crash on my pillow and enjoy the approaching dream sequences. Then to start the weekend….

AIDS LifeCycle 8: Life’s Lessons…

Now that I summed up the incredible week – I’ve had time to look back and think about what I learned. What were my main takeaways…

• Being part of something “bigger than yourself” is a humbling experience
• I learned to dig deep within my mind and soul – to push through the mental blocks that come with long hours / long days of monotonous activity
• Others inspire me – so much.  Seeing those with an illness, physical or mental disability doing the same thing I am…. amazing and uplifting. It really puts things in perspective
• Friends are simply amazing… Ellen knew when I needed my own time to digest the day, a hug or uplifting sentiment.  That week was incredible because of positive energy from others.
• Although I tried my hardest, trying to leave internal worries, issues, drama, “garbage” behind – was not possible.  There was a lot of thinking involved – but no real closure unfortunately.
• I can care about others unconditionally….but there comes a point I need to let go.  If they cannot take the time to take care of themselves physically and mentally, I need to accept that and let go.  They make their choices for themselves.
• I feel more connected to the people and state of California – it’s loveliness and less than fabulous areas…. I took it all in and I think it feels more like my current “home”.
• My Super Husband is beyond Super – he is my rock, my support, my coach.  I missed him each night – but took in each note of encouragement.  He is my best friend and it really showed…he’s my Sherbert.
• Camping was never so luxurious!  Hot food, hot showers…. we were treated so well.  This was an amazing “machine” of an activity and I encourage everyone to try it at least once
• My phobia (yes, I think it’s crossed into “phobia”) of downhill speed is perplexing.
• The help of strangers is awe-inspiring….from Roadies to fellow Riders to community Cheerleaders.  We had unknowns cheer us on from mile 1 to mile 545.  With hearts filled with admiration and support – “strangers” became our saviors.

I am sure I will think of other things I learned along the way… but at this time, I really learned a lot about myself.  Some things I am happy about – some things I need to tweak…. and other things I learned about human nature.  This planet is filled with caring supporting individuals – we should try to do one selfless thing each day (paying it forward) for someone else… and see how the positive energy flows from person to person.

AIDS LifeCycle 8: Day 7

Day 7: Saturday, June 6

We awoke extra early on Day 7. We were allowed to start at 6 a.m. and camp had to be closed earlier than usual as well – so the camp was buzzing with “last day” excitement. For those of us from LA, we were ALMOST HOME!

Ellen and I awoke around 4 a.m. and packed up. We got in line for breakfast – for the last time – and afterward Ellen went to locate her bike after the Day 6 fiasco.

After breakfast and bike prepping Ellen rolled our tent for the last time and we brought our luggage and tent to the trucks – next time we see our luggage we will be in LA. We walked over to the bikes, filled our bottles – and we were off. We had 62 miles between Ventura and Los Angeles. Much of the route I do quite frequently: PCH north of Mailbu. We started on the Ventura bike path – then biked through Ventura, Oxnard, near the miltiary base.

We rode through the cities as dawn was breaking, donuts were fried (one biker even had a pink donut box on the corner and was offering them to fellow riders as we went by).

Before I knew it we were almost 20 miles in and we merged onto PCH. I know this path – all the way back! I kept thinking of the moment I’d see Super Husband…. I was so excited! I kept thinking of the wonderful note he left in my luggage: “I’m proud of you every single mile that you pedal. And if you get tired just remember that every mile brings you one mile closer to me….”

At mile 20 I noticed the first rest stop. I stopped very quickly – refilled my bottles, checked my tires (so paranoid now!) and was on the move in no time. The weather was overcast with marine layer – many thought it would rain. Alas, knowing the area, I knew the sun would come out the closer we got to Malibu and it would get WARM. Sure enough, down the road the sunshine made its presence known and it was GLORIOUS!

Around Leo Barrillo State Beach (stop 2) I noticed Ellen on the side of the road helping a young man with his tire – he had a flat. Ellen is always so kind and caring – as is Mary – they stop and help anyone in need. I stopped to keep them company and let the other riders know we were ok. Before long, we all had an Espresso Love Gu (those things ROCK!!! That was my entire nutrition along the way since I did not stop to eat – not this trip – not this close to home! We bid adieu to our new friend with the fixed tire and went on our way.

Ellen: Good samaritan on Day 7

Onward – the only stop left on the trip was lunch – at Malibu Bluffs across from Pepperdine. As I biked that way I had a ball taking in the hills, the ocean, the landscape… it was great knowing the route because I just ticked off the miles as they went by. Big Rock – done. Pt. Mugu – done. Leo Carrillo – check. Zuma – see you later! I rolled into Malibu Bluffs to use the facilities and just that fast – on my way. Many riders were enjoying the lush green lawn overlooking the beautiful ocean….what scenery for lunch!! The sun was beaming and warm – just a glorious, beautiful day.

I took this opportunity to call Super Husband and let him know I was about 90 minutes from the finish (about 18 miles from the end) – and as I would get closer I knew traffic would impact timing. I decided to ask Super Husband to meet me at the VA instead of me just riding home. That way we could pick up my luggage immediately. YAY!!!! On my way!

My speed for the morning was great – I averaged just under 15mph. This is funny because for most of the trip I was between high 11’s and high 12’s. Nothing to get too excited about – but I also tried to keep my energy for the entire week. Today – this was a day of magnificent tail winds PUSHING me home, many downhills, flats, and my Sherbert waiting at the finish line.

After the hill at Malibu Bluffs, the terrain was flat – the only difference was we all had to watch for cars parked on the sides of the road, surfers with surf boards, car doors. It was dangerous in its own right. I was ecstatic when I noticed the familiar sights of the Palisades, then Brentwood. We rolled onto the bike path for a brief moment – then took the tunnel below PCH to connect with Channel Road and Ocean. It was one last little spunky hill – which I’ve done perviously – and this time it didn’t even phase me. There were spectators all along the 62 miles today, cheering with bells, signs, applause….what a Homecoming!!

Soon we were on San Vicente and as I turned, I yelled “Welcome Home!” to the traffic regulator. 6 miles away!!

I ventured down the very familiar San Vicente and saw a co-worker who was filled with smiles and applause as I rolled past – I yelled hello and waved with such enthusiasm. Just a few miles left!! Before I knew it we turned on Bundy and snaked through some backstreets to the final stretch: the gate to the VA. It was very early yet – only 10:30 a.m. and there weren’t a lot of cyclists in at this point and the spectators were slim – but it was a glorious homecoming just the same. As I turned into the VA I yelled “YAY!!! IT’S GOOD TO BE HOME!!!”. I kept pedaling and out of the corner of my eye I saw my Better Half, my Super Husband. He was wearing his “race day” shirt – the one I can pick out amongst the masses. His Homestar Runner red shirt with white star. He was cheering, holding a sign: “WELCOME HOME! / FINISH LINE”. I rolled up to him, unclipped my pedals, waved him over to me and just latched on to him. I was so happy to hold him and I cried – I cried and cried! “I missed you so much! It’s so nice to be home!”. Super Husband congratulated me, told me how proud he was of me… those surrounding us were touched by emotions – we heard many “Awwww’s”.

Finish line with Super Husband

Steve asked if I wanted to officially roll the rest of the way down the Chute – but I actually declined. I rather walk with him, hand in hand – and finish – and we did. I grabbed a water and my finishers long-sleeved t-shirt as well as a snack at the end. We walked back to the finish line and cheered on those who finished. We saw Toby and Ellen, and we all hugged and congratulated each other. It was incredible.

After a bit we walked over to the luggage trucks, found my bag and walked to the car. We decided to bypass the closing ceremonies since I was a bit tuckered out – they were in 6 hours (that is a lot of waiting around!) – and just wanted to go home and relax. So – we did….

The rest of the weekend entailed coffee (good, strong homemade flavored coffee), naps (too many to count) and random hugs and kisses with my Better Half. I regaled tales from the road and shared so many things I saw, experienced, and learned. What an amazing experience… I still can’t seem to wrap my arms around the fact I covered all that distance via 2 wheels and pedals. I can see my friends doing it – but because I saw myself doing it little by little – it was difficult to visually put all the miles together in a larger trip.

Truly spectacular and life-changing. Like any endurance struggle / activity – you put in so much sweat equity that once you finish, it’s difficult to explain what happened, what you learned, how you are changed…. I am so glad I completed this activity…and to think it helped those in our local communities. Excellent. Now – for another cup of coffee….

AIDS LifeCycle 8: Day 6

Day 6: Friday, June 5

We awoke early on Day 6 – to RAIN. Not just light pitter-pattering on the tent…but PUDDLES in our tent. *sigh* Ellen’s shoes and phone were soaked. The good thing is that we packed our suitcases each night and most items remained dry.

When the alarm went off at 4:30 a.m., Ellen and I just looked at each other and curled back up in our sleeping bags and listened to the rain. We did NOT want to get up, get out and ride 86 miles in this. Our adventure for the day was Lompoc to Ventura and unfortunately, the ride took us down a steep hill to Hwy 101. This would be a dangerous high traffic area – with RAIN. Ugh.

For once Ellen and I took our time getting up. We made out way to breakfast around 6:30 – listened to everyone’s evaluations of the day. There were many heavy hearts and souls watching the weather. After breakfast we rolled up our tent, packed up our bags…by this point the ALC staff called a halt to any riders heading out. Those that already left were heading straight into the heart of the rain – and they would climb 16 miles in the rain. We found out ALC staffers stopped all riders at Rest Stop 1 – and everyone was in a holding pattern. All riders were either stopped at Camp or Rest Stop 1 until further notice.

At this point the rain was faint – but again, we were heading right into it. It would follow us / be with us for a good part of the day (we heard rain was hitting the entire Southern California shore down through LA). So we waited…. Finally around 9 a.m or so ALC staffers called it a day. There would be no ride – it was too dangerous for 2200 of us to take to the roads. I guess there was flooding at the bottom of the steep hill and there was an accident on Hwy 101. I also heard on an unconfirmed cyclist that wiped out in the rain…

So what do 2200 cyclists and 550 Roadies do? We wait…. ALC had to get buses to take all of us 86 miles south to Ventura. The few coach buses they used every day for SAG’ged cyclists as well as Roadies was suddenly very insufficient. I guess a staff member pulled some strings, had some favors returned and got many local school buses to help us out. We all got in line and waited to board buses for Ventura.

While we waited the staff kept us fed, hydrated, amused (Twister, games, naps). They were so good at keeping us healthy and safe – many kudos to all the volunteers!!

Day 6: Twister while we wait

Some of us chose to get massages or pay a visit to the chiropractic team. I had my left shoulder worked on since it is where I held a lot of tension and stress. After the 15 minute massage I felt much better!

The day was an unusual day for AIDS LifeCycle. In 16 years of rides they never had to call off a day due to weather. We were informed that a contingency plan is always in place and they are always ready for it… this was the first time they ever had to use it. They did great – we all arrived to Ventura safe and sound. Many of us were able to rest / take naps throughout the day – which would make Day 7 even sweeter and stronger.

Once we arrived to Ventura we made camp and made our way to In N Out burgers. It’s down the block from camp and we got ourselves some wonderful cheeseburgers. I had another diet Coke – and enjoyed every bit and sip! As we were sitting – the line to order starting wrapping around the inside and soon to be outside. I am sure they enjoyed the business the cyclists gave them!

Day 6: Waiting was the theme of the day

This evening was a special evening – it reminded us while we were all here…. our purpose for this ride. There was a candlelight vigil on the beach – for riders and roadies to remember those so important to them that are no longer here. It was beautiful – watching all the people walking along the beach with their candles…very moving.

The day ended – and it was a very unusual day indeed. The good thing is I found my bike in the chaos – and noticed it had a flat front tire (AGAIN! I think that was the THIRD or FOURTH one!) so I switched it out that night and bought ANOTHER spare. *sigh* Others, such as Ellen, did not know where her bike was yet since they were STILL HAULING bikes back. Wow!

Our tent was quite far from any porta-potties…so I knew those mid-night jaunts to the potties would be less than fabulous and oh, I was right. However, I knew the next night I’d be home in my bed next to Super Husband… warm, happy, content. One more day – and THAT was all the fuel I needed. I was so excited for Day 7 to arrive!

AIDS LifeCycle 8: Day 5

Day 5: Thursday, June 4. RED DRESS DAY!

Day 5 is the legendary “Red Dress Day”. It started years ago as “Dress Red” day but became “Red Dress” day. I never saw so many men in red tutu’s, fishnets, and boas! It was a fantastic day filled with laughter and happiness as we took to the roads from Santa Maria to Lompoc: 68 miles.

The day started overcast (can you see a theme to the mornings?) and cool. I realized Super Husband’s red jersey (he wore it for the full marathon – he was able to use those pockets in the back for his PB&J sandwiches that pushed him through the 26.2) was not enough to keep me warm as we left Santa Maria. Brrr! I had to put on the sleeves as well as my cycling jacket – which was not very festive for the day since it’s turquoise, not red. Ah well… at least I was comfortable – and trust me, that counts!

Roadies in Red Dress attire

The first rest stop was 17 miles down the road – and for some reason it seemed to take FOREVER to get there that morning. We kept looking at the skies, feeling like we were outrunning a huge monster of a storm. We looked out toward the foothills and we saw dark ominous clouds – ugh…. rain in the future? Keep moving! We finally reached the first rest stop and it was great to see all the great outfits / costumes. It seemed to be a common theme – hearing riders say it was a long 17 miles that morning. Interesting – maybe we all needed a nice “short day” and were looking forward to the shorter mileage today.

The next 13 miles had a bit climbing involved – it made sense since we were outside Solvang, a lovely hilly area. We began our climb and Ellen and I actually stuck together for much of the early part of this ride. We took turns “pulling” each other since we were both a bit fatigued from the week.

We started up this steeper climb and there was Ginger – at the top in all her red glittery glory – boosting our confidence. Another cheerleader – who would sing to us each day on the hilliest of hills – came up next to me. He cheered us on and pushed me up the hill. What the heck? I wasn’t expecting the push! It was kind of freaky actually. I am not a fan – but it was the thought that counts and he was so helpful to everyone climbing that hill… he is known for singing 80’s sitcom theme songs and having Red Vine licorice in big buckets in the back of his truck. Such a nice guy!

I never did grab any licorice….and I could use some – NOW.

Up we went and at the very top of the hill was another cheerleader with one of those Staples “Easy Buttons”. As we went by he had us press it – and it was cool. Once we crested the top we heard “That was easy!” over and over.

Onward and we came across Rest Stop 2. Made a quick stop to refill bottles, get a snack and hit the road. Only 15 miles to lunch in Solvang – let’s get going!!

Ellen and I hit the road, hit a short steep hill and then rolled downhill into Solvang. We came across many lush, rolling hills. Vineyards at each turn (so many acres of grapes) and even livestock. We came across the cutest little mini horses and their babies. Ellen took this picture of these adorable creatures (and she took all the pics you see in my blog for ALC, by the way – so thank you Ellen for letting me use your pics).

Day 5: Mini horses and their babies on the way to Solvang.

We rolled into Solvang – and boy was it fun to watch the tourists amazed at the parade of flamboyant red outfits all the riders were wearing…. just priceless and incredible!

I joined Mary and Ellen at lunch, ate most of it today (guess I was hungry!). We discussed how Solvang was new to ALC’s route. We think the Tourist Board got involved and wanted us to roll through – because it’s out of the way… some liked it, many did not. It’s a lovely area – but I think so many riders wanted a shorter day (in the past – Red Dress Day was about 45 miles). Before we knew it we were on our way. The sun was out, my jacket came off and we were heading down the road. We were making good time: 44 miles in, only 24 to go and it was lunch. I predicted 2 hours max to get there, including stops.

I did not take into account the WIND – HEAD WINDS – we would come across going west from Solvang to Lompoc. *grrr* We hit head winds and rolling hills the entire way back. The wind alone would not have been bad. The hills alone would not have been bad… however, put them together, it was a tough last 24 miles!! My wrists and forearms were hurting from keeping the bike upright with the wind. I fell in line behind a young woman dressed as Lava Girl. She “pulled” me all the way back – I followed her cadence and it was nice knowing I wasn’t all alone.

I passed Mary and Ellen (one had a flat close to camp), asked if they were ok – they said yes – and moved on to camp. Hello Lompoc! (FYI: It’s pronounced “Lom-poke”).

Once into camp, we set up the tent, took showers – then decided to take it easy and go into town. The campsite was very pretty – surrounded by green trees, grass, a pond with ducks…. We were in another armed forces area (as well as prison area). The town had shuttles for us – so we took a shuttle in town to a little Mexican restaurant. I wasn’t sure how dinner would sit – I never had heavy Mexican food before a ride but I was so hungry I did not care! I also had a Diet Coke. That was the BEST Diet Coke – EVER!!! YUM! Those bubbles cleared up all the dust, grime, gunk in my system.

Knowing the following day was going to be a long one: 85 miles from Lompoc to Ventura, I thought I should get some Gu. We all decided to look for some after an ice-cream break – but unfortunately kept coming up short. The first shop was closed. The second shop didn’t carry them… the third shop didn’t carry them…. Ugh! At this point we were all getting tired – but luck has it, some locals saved our day!! Connie and Dave Hollister swooped in and asked us if we wanted a ride anywhere… we were so stunned at the locals’ hospitality (and the fact we had 20 minutes to make it to the local bike store before it closed) – we ended up taking Connie and Dave up on their offer. They drove us to the bike store, we got two boxes of Gu and split it among the four of us.

The hospitality does not stop there, my friends! After we were done with the bike shop, they asked if they could take us anywhere else…. and we said, “If it’s not too much, could you take us back to camp?” and they DID! What wonderful people!! They took us all the way back to camp. Here is a great pic of our friendly locals!

Connie and Dave - our heroes of the day

After we returned it was time to slow down, decompress and ready for the next day. The red dresses were a hit everywhere – it brought out so much creativity and morale. It definitely boosted the energy for the day (although everyone was talking about how tough this “short day” turned out to be). Day 5 had lovely scenery – from the rolling orchards, fields, farms – to the meadowy foothills in the distance. Now to rest and outrun that 40% chance of rain on Day 6!

AIDS LifeCycle 8: Day 4

Wednesday, June 3: Day 4

This was going to be a challenging day – the EVIL TWINS were to be conquered! The Evil Twins were two hills starting at mile 10 and again at mile 14.6. I have no problems going up – I actually ENJOY hill climbing. It’s fun for me – it’s a challenge. Now, don’t get me wrong…I never said I was GOOD at it… I am a slow little tortoise but I get the job done. However, as you may have realized by now – I am scared of the other half of hills… the downside (literally). The Twins had a 1700+ foot (6%) descent over 3 miles and although everyone told me it was fairly easy and there weren’t any switchbacks AND we had a wide shoulder…. I still worried.

What do I worry about?? I worry about getting slammed by another rider at high speeds. Yep. That’s what I worry about.

Anyway, this was going to be a very long day so I started early. I had a lot of stress and tension in me – focusing on that dreaded downhill so I started right away, hoping to beat a lot of riders going up AND down. On top of it all, I had a flat tire the day before so I was hoping my flat tire days were over…. or were they?? I was fortunate enough to have one of the bike Techs, Lincoln, help me out and he gave me some pointers on dealing with downhills. He’s a cycling coach and gave me some breathing pointers which helped me relax.

Onward with the day – I stopped at the first rest stop (mile 9) for a very short time and began climbing right away. We came across some great cheerleaders along the way including Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West – all in green makeup, with Wicked’s “Defying Gravity” playing from the car. That put such a smile on my face – I began singing along!! I LOVE that musical – and that SONG more than anything.

On the way up we came across what I was looking forward to more than anything at that point: HALF WAY TO LA!!! Woo Hoo!! At the top, there was a scenic overlook where folks could take pictures on top of a rock. With my fear of heights – and being IN the clouds – I could not see much (and I actually liked it that way).

Half Way to LA - Top of the Twins

Well, as stated before – what goes up, must come down…. especially since we were heading to the ocean. I started down – and took it easy. I used the breathing exercises Lincoln shared with me. I was so proud of my descent – I came across a little turnout on the way down and took a breather. Ellen came by and made sure I was ok – I was smiling and giggling and shaking from being so excited the descent was almost done. She gave me a big hug and went on her way. I continued on and unfortunately got a flat front tire. I changed it out, patched it – and while putting the tube back in, two gentlemen helped me out and got me on my way. The tire held quite a while – I was so amazed!!

We continued onward and soon we were at sea level, along Morro Bay. We went from cycling IN the clouds to being in the foggy, murky “cape cod” like area. It was cool and damp – and less than uplifting… however, onward we all went. I stopped at the second rest stop, pumped up my tire yet again – it seemed to be holding up ok.

Soon we were coming up on San Luis Obispo. We were 6 miles outside lunch when I could feel my tire getting flatter. I pulled over to the side of the road and put in more air – hoping, PRAYING I’d get to lunch… I kept thinking “just get me 6 more miles, baby!”. Unfortunately, I was 2 miles from lunch and the tire gave in to the patch – it was flat…. A very nice cyclist helped me put in a new tube and I was on my way. I pulled into the San Luis Obispo Cuesta College parking lot, grabbed lunch and as I ate, the bike techs took a look at my tire. I asked them to make sure there wasn’t anything in the tire itself.

After lunch I ventured onward through the the National Guard area – we had special permission to cruise through – and on along the coast. I stopped at Rest Stop 3 and thanked Lincoln for his breathing exercise suggestions – and continued with those great tail winds.

There was a water stop in Pismo Beach – and I am glad I stopped. At mile 67 the Pismo Beach tourist group gave us free taffy and postage paid post cards to send home to family and friends. My favorite flavor was the pina colada flavor taffy. Yummy!!

I still had 27 miles left so I ventured onward. A wonderful moment happened – as we were going through some beautiful and sunny rolling hills one of the cheerleaders yelled “WELCOME to SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA!”. I yelled, “Really?” and he replied, “Yes, it’s official!”. I had TEARS OF JOY in my eyes – I was so happy!! I heard from many cyclists that phrase made many cyclists extremely happy.

Finally, Rest Stop 4! Had to pull in to see these guys, right?? They had See’s Candies for everyone – from stick candy to chocolates…. peanut butter cup anyone??? Yes Please!!

The landscape changed so much this day – we started in the clouds, went down to foggy cape cod like coastals, down through sunny beaches, and then inland to dry, dusty agricultural farmlands. After the final rest stop we had 11 miles left and the tail winds pushed us all the way in – SCORE!!! We saw Ginger’s counter personality, Ken, with a bubble machine – which made me smile as I went by the fields… And those tail winds kept me in a nice low, fast gear – all the way into camp.

This was a long hard day – and with the flat tires, mentally drudging. I kept pushing through – not sure how… it was because Super Husband reminded me in a loving, sweet note (which he hid in my suitcase) that whenever I get tired – to keep going because with each mile, I am one mile closer to him. *sigh* Yes, I was.

As I pulled into Santa Maria – I had 94+ miles behind me for the day and some sunburn on my back. I was ready for a shower and some rest. I was looking forward to the following day since I knew it was “RED DRESS DAY” and a shorter mileage day.

Taking time to reflect after Day 4's ride

Time to relax!! I pulled out my journal and started going through my day – trying not to forget all the wonderful details.

AIDS LifeCycle 8: Day 3

Day 3: June 2

Day 3 is known as “QUADBUSTER” – for the steep 1.3 mile climb at mile 10.

This day was a shorter day in comparison, only 64 miles. We journeyed from King City to Paso Robles. The morning was again overcast and slow going – a lot of single file action this particular morning due to commuter traffic. Everyone got in line and slowly made our way to rest stop 1 at mile 8. Then, the Quadbuster awaits!

This hill is the one everyone talks about. It is quite steep – but nothing I haven’t done yet. I compare it to the climb up Mulholland past the Rock Store – slow, steep climbing (but not impossible).

As we climbed, Ginger Brewlay (she is legendary – has been at every single ride since it started 16 years ago) greeted us with her incredible flamboyance. Once at the top we encountered rolling hills down the other side for the next 30 miles. Those rollers were a lot of fun – and the sun decided to come out as we climbed up so the sunshine on the descent was pretty as we passed meadows, farms, and agricultural land.

At mile 43 we stopped for lunch in a 120 person town called Bradley. Bradley is special to the AIDS ride – they all come out to cheer us on – and the riders help the town. The town sponsors a bake sale and lunch sale (burgers, etc.) and they use the proceeds to fund their school arts and music programs as well as field trips and senior graduation. I believe the Riders helped the town by donating $11,000+! Above what the town was hoping! Outstanding!!

As I rolled into Bradley I took it easy because bike parking was in a very gravelly area. I came to a slow stop, off the shoulder as to not roll into anyone. However, my right foot decided to NOT become unclipped from the pedal and down I went. Slowly, like a little turtle falling on its back, I went down and just laid there. Gatorade spilled from my aero bottle… my elbow was filled with gravel, dirt, and blood. I made a great show for all the Riders and townspeople since I fell right in the town center. *sigh* I took my bleeding elbow to the medic tent and the bandaged me up… I looked a lot tougher than I really was!

Getting patched at the Medic Tent

I enjoyed my fabulous Rice Krispie treat from the bake sale a well as a partial sandwich. I soon returned to my bike and ventured forward. The next stretch of road happened to be on the Freeway 101 – it was very bumpy and a bit unsettling. Not my favorite area because there was little room for passing cyclists and the inner area was dangerous and bumpy. However, we ventured forward on the freeway – down the off ramps, back up on the on ramps.

Finally we came across Rest Stop 4’s skit. It was the BEST of the week and really filled everyone with laughter and smiles. A sweet bonus was the monetary collection for the Mission San Miguel: a few thousand dollars were given voluntarily by the Riders passing through.

After we rolled into town we went to “the usual” burger joint my friends frequent each year. It was ok – nothing special – but my friends agreed it seemed less than great and has gone downhill since last year.

After the burger I looked over the map for the following day: The Evil Twins (2 hills back to back). It wasn’t the hills that troubled me – it was actually the 1700 foot downhill at mile 16 that freaked me out. It was a steep downhill for about 3 miles then another 2 mile gradual to sea level off Hwy 1.

After a much needed pep talk from my Super Husband, chats and hugs from my friends, I called it a night and tried to focus on the task for the next day. I knew I could do it – it’s just the 2200 cyclists on the road with me, flying down the hill that scared me.

The really good thing coming up the following day: half way to LA!! I couldn’t be happier to hear those words!